“No, no teasing,” Lavender pouted. She licked her lips again and tried to coax Fleur to come up and sit over her face. “It’ll be far more fun if you let me lick you while…you do me,” she whimpered. In truth, the teasing was fun but part of the fun was trying to get Fleur to stop. Lavender knew that her girlfriend knew that better than she did.
Lavender chuckled. “You might be right. But, I bet in the old days, that it happened once in a while. Arranged marriage and all.”
Whimpering softly, she squirmed as Fleur neared her soaked folds. “Oui, oui,” she urged.